Tuesday, December 21, 2004

since-we-are-in-verse-mode dept.

I can see the world turning in its haste to engulf itselfI do not see myself segregated from it; I am It, it is MeI am but a little eddy in a heady whirl of unheard voicesA little furl of cloth in the violent seas, merrily riding on

I have been a criminal, a liar, deeply have I offended(I have even felt softly rising, the pangs of remorse)I have walked upon this earth, on my own feet, jadedAnd declared: none was like me, nor will there be another

As we know,There are known knowns.There are things we know we know.We also knowThere are known unknowns.That is to sayWe know there are some thingsWe do not know.But there are also unknown unknowns,The ones we don't knowWe don't know.